A Hot Summer Day

It was very hot. I didn't go out today, but work was waiting for me, so I had to go out. It seemed that today the sun was full of wrath; it had vented its fury on the earth. The road was completely lonely, with only one or two vehicles passing. A mirage could be seen on the road in the bright sunlight. The heat was enough; even the birds hid in their nests. I was walking on the left side of the road because my bike was out of order, so I decided to walk, though it is better to say it forced me to walk.

To my left was a fruit seller, sitting under a small shade of a tree. When the sunlight rose, he lifted his chair and moved forward a little, similarly, he spends his whole day.

Next to him, two vendors were sitting, talking to each other, "Where is the customer today?"

"It's very hot today; the customer doesn't go out on this hot day. Be patient, you will see a rush in the evening." He then took water from the cooler, filled a glass, which he had placed on his wheelbarrow, drank it, and said loudly to the shopkeeper who was sitting behind him in the medical store, "Shah G this child is upset; there are very few customers today. You explain it."

"Don't worry." He said. "The customer will come in the evening. You’re new; gradually you’ll understand the behavior of the customer."

I don't know if he was satisfied or not; however, he fell silent.

It was really hot today. There were not many people strolling about, nor were there many vehicles. The street looked desolate and calm. After that, I bought what I ventured out from home.

Then I stopped at my friend's house nearby. I said to him, "It's excessively hot. How about we go to the hill station?"

"Definitely we should go." He replied.

What's more, in an hour we have to go to the hill station.